White Stadium.

As the United Heavenly Path declared the match over, the stadium erupted in chaos.

"We won?!"

"Holy crap... Licking King is awesome, he took care of the witch in just two minutes!?"

"Waaaah... I can finally go home! I want to eat Mom's roasted yams..."

"Waaaaah... I want to eat Mom's roasted chicken butt..."

"Waaaaah... I want to eat roasted durian! I'm so sick of steamed buns, and the worst part is there's no water! I'm choking!"

"Ugh! I ordered duck, and I don't even know if it's spoiled!!"

"Ami Tofu... My black hair is almost withered..."

The husky in the corner of the stadium glanced at the chaotic scene, then lazily rolled over and went back to sleep with its belly up.

no way....

The owner made it stay here to keep it from running away; it's so boring...

I can only dream about it and imagine how I can afford it...

.....................

Button City.

Ninth Avenue, MIB headquarters.

Cheerful sounds echoed in the minister's office.

"My dad can eat a whole pig!"

"Uncle Li can eat eight hundred heads!!"

"My dad can eat a whole bowl of shit!"

"I, Uncle Li, can eat eight hundred bowls of food!!"

"My dad can eat while standing upside down!"

"My Uncle Li can do it too! Not only can he eat upside down, but he can also jump into a cesspool and eat while taking a bath!!"

The hot-bodied Agent O looked at the scene of An Massacre and Yueyue confronting each other on the big screen, her face slightly distorted, as if she wanted to laugh but dared not.

In the main office seat to the side, Old Trump sat there calmly.

There was a hint of relief in his eyes, but also a deep-seated resentment and madness.

A few seconds later.

Old Trump turned off the broadcast and asked calmly:

"Now that the match is over, there's nothing more to see. By the way, how is the Super Apostle's condition after swallowing that deformed dragon?"

Upon hearing Old Trump's question, Agent O composed himself and said seriously, "The Super Apostle has grown another head, now a nine-headed angel of original sin. From now on, it might be called a ten-headed angel of original sin."

"Ten heads?" Old Trump smoothed the tuft of hair that always stuck up on his head. "What kind of heads?"

“It’s the dragon’s head, the hairless woman’s head, it hasn’t changed at all.” Agent O shrugged. “The consequence of this head appearing is that the Super Apostle’s emotions have become strangely calm. It no longer needs to be forced into hibernation as before, and can hibernate on its own.”

"Hmm... Alright, let him go into hibernation then. Now that he's secured his place in the Stellar-level Tournament, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we'll still have to compete." The old man nodded, his gaze distant.

"Oh, right." Old Trump suddenly remembered something, "Find an opportunity to secretly 'exchange' the Dolly-level cloning technology with Old Deng."

"This experience should hopefully change Old Deng's optimistic mindset."

A meaningful smile appeared on Old Te's lips.

“Indeed.” Agent O nodded, a hint of sarcasm in his expression. “Despite having the gene compound 6 that we ‘accidentally’ provided, they only dare to conduct small-scale experiments. Old Deng is really going backwards.”

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Special Security Bureau.

The cafeteria on the first floor.

Chinese food, a section for reminiscing about the bitter past and appreciating the sweet present.

"Smack smack..."

Looking across at Boss Hao, who was munching on wild vegetable dumplings with gusto, his mouth dripping with oil.

The pretty female secretary stuffed a fist-sized steamed bun into her mouth and mumbled, "Boss, the competition is over, and all the orbital cannons have returned to the moon. What should we do next?"

"What are we doing? Of course, we're going to rob the witch. No matter what the final resource allocation method is, whether it's a secret realm or a cheat, the priority is to rob the witch!" Boss Hao said matter-of-factly while drinking his brown rice porridge.

"Well... everyone knows we need to steal the witch, but the key question is, what if we get into conflict with Russia and the United States?"

The female secretary frowned slightly, picked up the wooden bucket, and drank half a bucket of corn porridge.

"We can't start an internal war right after the promotion matches, especially over a bunch of witches. We'd be laughed at by them."

"There won't be any conflict." Boss Hao confidently picked up another wild vegetable dumpling. "Didn't that hair dryer witch make a deal with Li Qingyu, saying they'd get along well in the future?"

“We’ve already established diplomatic relations, who dares to raise any objections? If they want to raise objections, let them go find Li Qingyu.”

Upon hearing this, the female secretary couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

That's really true...

Although it's not nice to say it like this, other countries must be torn between acquiring witches and offending lunatics.

I will definitely make the right choice.

...................

Since there were only ten minutes left before he was out of the game, Li Qingyu didn't bother to crawl back in.

Look around.

They began to study the negative universe river in which they were currently located.

In short, one word: white!

Too pale...

Because he had just been talking to the hairdryer, Li Qingyu hadn't paid much attention to the spot where he had emerged.

Turning his head, Li Qingyu felt as if he were looking at a preserved egg, about a hundred meters in size. Although it was dark, he could clearly see that the egg contained an unknown substance that was spinning rapidly.

Is this the unexploded negative universe number forty-nine?

This size... isn't right, I've been drilling for over half an hour...

Li Qingyu was quite surprised.

[Crimson: Sometimes the concept of size is merely an artificial definition, completely different from what you actually see.]

[And...have you noticed that this preserved egg is getting smaller?]

Li Qingyu frowned.

That's really true...

I understand, sir, you mean...

When this egg shrinks to a certain size, it will be the beginning of the Big Bang.

[Crimson: That's right!]

Well, it looks like I won't be able to witness the Big Bang. I'll have to go back in ten minutes.

Li Qingyu helplessly reached out and touched the preserved egg in front of him.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Li Qingyu felt that he saw Master Bai's face inside the preserved egg.

"There's something I find strange," Li Qingyu said thoughtfully. "It's one thing that Master Bai was chosen as the Great Dao, but why was he able to so easily replace the original Heavenly Dao's will?"

[Crimson: You don't really think the Source Tracing Strike didn't work when you stabbed the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, do you? You stabbed it three times, you know!]

Why don't you guess where that fragment of the Heavenly Dao in the hair dryer came from?

Well....

Grandpa, from what you're saying, you're implying that I caused this fragment of the Heavenly Dao myself?

Li Qingyu blinked, his expression complex.

So, with that pink hair dryer, we're using our own spoils to give away as gifts...